MOON LETTERS : POETRY
Rohan the Golden Crown - By Aerin
Rohan the Golden Crown
A lady upon a white horse
Of your power evil does frown.
Horses with great spirit
Shadowfax the Horse Prince
Their eagerness to fly, you can hear it.
Rushing through the trees
Their voices loud and triumphant
Are carried to the seas.
Sweet sad music in this city
Fear no evil in this place
Bear no sorrow and no pity.
The King of the Golden Hall
Raises the banner
Proud and solemn, he stands tall.
Off to battle they run
As shadow falls
They search but do not find the Sun.
Is victory near?
The Shadow deepens then fades
A feeling of happiness then fear.
Darkness has come.
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